My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in an extremely small family where my mom forbid my father to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyway.) It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I would ever try it in front of others. However, skinny-dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to try sometime in my entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the nerve.
That chance came when I was married with a six year old daughter. My wife, like my mom, was extremely self-conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our house was limited to streaking from the bathroom to the bedroom after a shower. On this particular day, the three of us happened to be exploring tide pools near Paradise Cove on the coast of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles. My daughter was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we regularly seen different shores along the 50 miles of county shoreline where these pools could be explored.
On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool place a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to discover an extended beach perhaps a half mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. We have to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the shore and into the crowd. She'd totally forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always liked to attempt this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly replied. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther. After we retrieved our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
As a family we never went back. Yet, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a coworker a couple of days later. He nonchalantly acknowledged he and his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to hear this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?
A year passed, and the next summer my wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to finish an important project at work. A couple of days after, the exact same co worker came into my office and shut the door.
"What?"


Nows your time to go without your wife finding out."
"No, I couldnt do that. I'd feel like I was cheating or something."
Come on down Saturday with Gail and me."
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was totally out of the question. "Fine, but I wish to go by myself the very first time." But as the days passed, I started thinking that maybe this might be my only opportunity to try it, and I began making plans.
That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the last year, up the shore, until I got to exactly the same large, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Just I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. I walked about midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not wanting to be the only one on the seashore who wasnt wearing my swim suit. It took a couple of hours, but by the time the sun was overhead many others began to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were apparent groups of friends who had done this many times before. They all dropped their suits like they had done it a thousand times before (they likely had) with not a hint of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any beach. Only these folks had no tan lines.
I reach my first moment of truth when I knew it was time to either join in or leave. So I pulled off my suit and instantly rolled onto my stomach, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About beach babes arrived the second moment of truth. That is when I understood I was burning in places that had not been exposed to sunlight before, and I was going to need to turn over. But I had a better idea: I would head for the cool ocean water and conceal my privates there.
So I summoned all the courage I 'd, and stood up. I was particular everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everyone to judge. I strove not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After a few minutes I realized they werent looking at me. "Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here and also the least they could do is look and acknowledge it!" Later, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of dread" their first time, only to look back and laugh at their conceit afterwards.
By now there were beach gallery in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what people everywhere do in the water. Only without clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first astonishing moment when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothing.
I didnt expect to love the feeling so much. I thought this whole thing would be a few minutes checking off an item on my Bucket List, and then I'd go home and live the rest of my life.
Nope, someday would need to come back. This was an astonishing, unexpected experience, and I stayed all afternoon. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality at all. I found out afterwards that the beach had it unofficial mayor and a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So I found it actually an extremely relaxing day. I even played a little beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been inappropriate in this setting.
On Monday morning, first-thing, my co-worker came into my office and asked, just, "Well?" I told him I really loved the experience and I thanked him for talking me into going. No, I wasnt going to go back some other day with him and Gail, but perhaps someday. Then something happened I didnt anticipate.
A few hours after, another coworker came into my office and closed the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said gently with a huge smile on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! Then he explained he along with his family go to that shore often and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it would have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I asked. "Do lots of the folks I know go down to such a beach?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. "We just never talk about it."
There is a postscript to this story. We had a lovely vacation except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What is that?"
"What?" I answered.
"It looks like your back is skinning. In fact your butt is paring!" There was a nervous pause while her head put together the puzzle. "Dont tell me you went to that beach, did you?"
I sheepishly nodded. "I knew youd never go there and I needed to try it."
"Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc." She reminded me of it often during the next few years, particularly when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "insane" husband.
Sadly for her, a few of our guests admitted they went to that shore (or others like it) additionally!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is extremely popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex) thinks the world is crazy.)